Father wears his Sunday bestMother's tired she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around

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Our house it has a crowdThere's always something happeningAnd it's usually quite loud

Our mum she's so house proudNothing ever slows her downAnd a mess is not allowed

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Father gets up late for workMother has to iron his shirtThen she sends the kids to schoolSees them off with a small kissShe's the one they're going to missIn lots of ways

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I remember way back then when everything was true and when we would have such a very good time Such a fine time Such a happy timeAnd I remember how we'd play simply waste the day awayThen we'd say nothing would come between usTwo dreamers

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